Já falei de todo mundo                                                                            Não de mim sou escritor.                                                                          De camarote vejo tudo                                                                              E transformo em bom humor.                                                                       Quem entendeu o meu recado                                                               É dotado de rara astúcia.                                                                             Se levar por outro lado                                                                              Vai ficar de saia justa.                                                                           É difícil de escrever                                                                               Mas quando vejo vocês                                                                          Me vem rara inspiração.                                                                          Sem querer surgem as palavras                                                                  Que por mim são trabalhadas                                                                     Afinal,sou só razão!